A Gathering of the Tribes

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An urgent call in the second life

red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby
I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays
but, suddenly a kind of musical sound covered my ears
the sound did not seem like any earthen sound I ever heard 
it was a mix of waves dancers and creation of colorful bird
it was like a smell of honey and the secrets of gold

red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fingers of nature throw the fabulous jokes on my road 
all the trees here like the mothers, each tree gives me a kind hug
and I call them through songs of paradise 
my songs are part of the skies
and my skies are all my world

in my second world, I do not have the time 
to put my hand on my chest for wishing
all the clouds here are wishes 
and I am a successful creature in hunting them with my glances

red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fields of roses upon my head 
rooms in the paradise full of upper poetry
my soul thrilled for sewing the art of dream
and I am hungry for knocking on the door of memories
I know that nobody will respond 
however, I insist to wait 
day after day
night after night
moment after moment

in my second world, I am walking on the roofs with bare feet
listening to the music makers in the tunnels of the heaven 
here, we all are children of the upper world
and as a child, I am still waiting 
an urgent call in my new life